Go Big!

My thanks to HighLuster who agreed to edit my ramblings and construct a story written and punctuated in English! This has been a new experience for me, and I can see the positive impact from his efforts. It is amazing what a trained eye can spot and what a trained editor can then correct. He has been able to spot my errors in both grammar, consistency, and calls out any technical BS that slips in. He has made the story better than it would have been otherwise.

I abandoned the story for a while and recently decided to throw ego to the wind and publish all four chapters. HighLuster wanted to do more editing in the last two chapters, but I elected to forego the second cut. Any errors are mine alone.

With that said, this is another Tom and Tonya story and once again, this is a completely different Tom and Tonya from last time. I just like the names!

This is a long story and the resolution comes at the end, so if you /we ever get that far you should read to the end, saving most of your comments for then.

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From Chapter 3

Tonya stood looking at her bruised nude body in the mirror. “What have I done?!” she thought. “More than that, how could I do such a thing? I have to end it. Can I end it?!”

Tonya cried silently, then she remembered that she had promised to call Tom before she went to bed and it was much too late now. A small whimper escaped her lips, then increased to a wail.

“I was too busy fucking another man to say ‘Goodnight’ to the man I love. What is this obsession I have? It better be an obsession and only an obsession!” She fell into bed, naked and worried.

* * * * *

Tom went to bed a little after 10:30 PM. He thought that Tonya must have gotten busy working all the new contacts at the conference. He didn’t mind. He would talk with her tomorrow and find out all about the happenings on the first evening.

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Go Big Chap 04 Conclusion

Or Go Back for More

Tonya woke in the morning soreness that made it hard to walk to the bathroom. She felt liquid dripping down her legs and reached back and put her hand on her ass to catch the drips for the last several steps. When Tonya pulled her hand back, she saw blood mixed with Peter’s cum. She looked at her image in the full-length mirror, the love bites on both tits were bright red, she turned to examine her ass and saw two large bruises turning purple one on each check. She was afraid to look but, bent from the waist, and spread her butt checks. The love bite on her anus was a close match to those on her tits. She knew this was going to a long and uncomfortable day.

“Maybe they’ll fade before Saturday,” she thought but knew it was just wishful thinking. She vowed not to think about it today. She would focus on her job role, which would keep her grounded. She stepped into the shower to begin her daily routine.

When she got out of the shower, she decided to call Tom and make an excuse for not calling last night. When he answered she found him to be his usual cheerful and positive self on the phone. Tonya apologized for getting roped into a manager meeting that ended too late for her to call. She was working on the big sell, but it wasn’t necessary, Tom said he understood how she could get sidetracked and told her to concentrate on her job and call whenever she could.

Tears fell as she closed the phone. She just told Tom another lie while Tom was blissful in his ignorance, her lies weighed heavily on her.

* * * * *

Janice was up and getting ready for her day also. Today was full court press day. She would throw her pussy at Peter and take him for herself. She wasn’t going to miss her opportunity. She finished her primping and left her room to head to the sessions.

Tonya was making her way through the breakfast line when a colleague from Denver observed that she was walking a bit gingerly this morning. Tonya put it down to a sore back and thanked him for his concern. She didn’t notice Peter come up behind her. “Sore backside, more like.” He said in a whisper.

She turned and faced him. “Good morning, Peter.” she said, then more quietly added, “Remember, you agreed to be professional in public.”

“Good morning Ms. Andrews.” He replied for show. Tonya turned toward the tables. Peter walked behind her from the breakfast line and when Tonya found a table, he moved to sit. She shook her head slightly and he continued toward the next open table.

“Oh Peter, I just remembered, can I have a quick word?” She called out. “I won’t ruin your breakfast, but I need a favor before the morning session starts,” she said for anyone in earshot.

“Of course, Ms. Andrews.” Peter said. “May I sit?” Tonya motioned to the chair opposite. “How’s that boss lady,” he added quietly.

She smiled then spoke in a quiet tone, “Peter, I agree. You’re the boss upstairs, but I’m very sore. I can’t continue like last night.” she hesitated then added flushing with shame, “We have to come to an understanding.”

He forked eggs into his mouth and nodded making a show of listening to his instructions. “I may have gotten carried away,” he said without apology, “but someone needed some extra coaching. Promise to hold nothing back?” He asked.

“No Peter but I’m bleeding for Christ’s sake.” She lamented.

“Ok. I get it.” Then for effect said, “I’ll get right on it Ms. Andrews, uhh, Tonya,” and rose to head off to take care of his fictitious task.

Tonya felt relieved as he walked away. She couldn’t take too many more nights like last night,” she thought. “I hope he dials it back. Lord knows I don’t want to cut him off, just channel his energies into more enjoyable directions.”

Janice saw Peter in the line and was making a move to intercept him, she watched as Peter approached Tonya, then joined her for breakfast. “What the fuck is going on here?!” She thought to herself. “That old bitch is going to fuck him, isn’t she?” Then the penny dropped, “She already has! That’s why I couldn’t find Peter last night.”

Janice was pissed. Tonya was ruining her plans for a Fuck Week. From what she had heard, Tonya had a man at home; a great one from what everyone had said so she wondered why she was risking all that for some strange cock. She smiled to herself as she answered her own question, “This wasn’t just some strange cock now, was it? This was Peter Warren’s spectacular fuck stick. She was probably not the first married woman to spread her legs for him.” Janice was going to have to re-think her approach if she was going to cunt block Tonya and have Peter to herself.

* * * * *

That night followed a similar pattern; back to her room around 9, leave the door cracked, then later, when no one was looking, Peter slipped in.

Though he wouldn’t admit it, Peter knew he had gone too far but even he couldn’t argue with the result, a completely compliant slut at his disposal. More than just any slut though. This one was special; she could take all of him in any of her three holes. He would go easier tonight. He wanted to keep this one on the line for a while longer and wondered how he to manage that when they got back from the training trip.

For Tonya, the sex that night couldn’t have been better. She had gotten her full measure of pleasure from his spectacular cock and most of his extracurricular antics had been shelved.

Yes, he still insisted on giving her love bites in noticeable places on her body and she still had no viable answer for how she could cover for them once home. Gone however, was the ruthless smashing and pounding of the first night’s couplings.

Still, their sex was raw, powerful, and completely addicting. It seemed that Peter instinctively knew how to bring her to a point of arousal that triggered orgasmic spasms immediately when he entered her. She no longer counted orgasms or even qualified them as separate. They just seemed to flow one to the next in a near continuing cascade.

Tonya knew she needed to keep this cock even after she returned from training. She had no idea how that would happen but was working on it diligently.

After seeing their impromptu meeting at breakfast, Janice kept a discreet watch to see where this was going. She watched Tonya head to her room and saw Peter at the bar talking. Seeing her opening, she approached him with a big smile. “Hi Peter, I missed you last night. Where did you get off to?” she said conversationally.

“Oh. Hi Janet,” Peter responded and Janice bristled.

“Janice,” she pleasantly to remind him yet again.

“Yeah, Janice,” Peter corrected. “I was worn out. I went back to my room, turned on the TV and the next thing I knew it was morning.”

“He’s lying. She was in his room. He didn’t answer, and no one sleeps that deeply,” she thought. “No matter. That was last night, this is tonight.”

“I hope you’re rested then.” She responded. “As I recall from yesterday, you had something to show me,” she said with a naughty smile.

Peter looked around before speaking. “Janet,” he started, “This is kind of embarrassing but, I, uh, well I almost got booted from the trip. Somebody back home noticed the attraction around the office. Anyway, I was told to be on my best behavior, or I would be sent home. I mean, I’d love to Janet but I’m kind of up against a wall here, and really I need to toe the line.”

“Janice!” she corrected a bit more forcefully. “This fucker is blowing me off!” she thought. “No one had ever done that to her before. There’s more to this than behaving.”

“Yeah. Sorry!” Peter said. “So, you see how it is. My hands are tied.” He looked around once more than added in a softer voice, “Maybe after we get back, we can grab a drink. It’s not going anywhere. Trust me, I’ll show you.” He punctuated with a wink.

Peter checked his phone for the time. “Hey Janet, I’m gonna head up to my room now. Been great talking. See you soon.” But Peter had turned and begun to walk away even before he finished speaking.

“Janice!” she said more to herself then to Peter’s back. “I think I know where he’s going.” She thought, “and it’s not to a bed in his room!” She decided that she would follow and find out for certain.

Janice ran across the courtyard to the other bank of elevators and rode to her floor. When the doors opened, she looked down and saw Peter two floors below. She moved alongside a large potted tree and took out her phone. Peter slowed as he approached a door, he turned, looked to either side, then slipped in and shut the door. Janice checked her phone. She had a clear picture of Peter’s face and the number of the room, 213.

She entered her room and called the front desk. “Reception, may I help you?” the voice on the phone said.

“Yes, can you ring Tonya Andrews for me? Room 213.” Janice requested.

“Yes, 213, Ms. Andrews. Hold please.” Janice heard the room phone ring and hung up.

“She’s fucking him!” Janice said out loud to no one and looked at the photo of Peter at Tonya’s door once again.

With a new plan of attack, hatched last night, Janice set out for the breakfast buffet the following morning. She had read Sun Tzu who said that new information brought the need for new tactics. The genesis of an idea came to her as she drifted off last night. She would use Peter to apply the pressure to Tonya and force her out. She pictured her goal as already accomplished and walked toward the buffet smiling broadly.

Janice looked around, no Tonya this morning but she did see Peter sitting alone. She walked directly to his table and sat. “Oh, hi Janet.” Peter said. Janet kicked peter in the shin under the table hard and Peter gasped and started to complain but Janice cut him off.

“Janice, you prick. If you get it wrong again that kick will feel like child’s play.”

Peter starred daggers and Janice continued. “I know where you’re going at night, and she opened her phone to show him the picture.” Once again, Peter tried to speak, and Janice silenced him by holding out her two hands in the universal stop signal. “Just shut up a minute and hear me out. It’s a good deal for both of us.” Janice outlined the broad strokes of her plan.

Peter listened and when she finished Peter spoke. “I’m good with that but she’s never going to go for it,” Peter said finally.

“Don’t ask, don’t tell,” Janice responded and took a long sip from Peter’s coffee. “Just open the door. I think she’ll listen to reason once I have a chance to speak with her.”

Peter smiled broadly, “I like the way you think, Janice” He emphasized her name pronouncing it correctly and drawing out the “ssss” sound at the end.

“I’ll leave the door ajar, don’t knock, just push and walk in. Wait a few minutes, and check before you walk over.”

“And that worked so well for you huh 007?!” Janice mocked. I don’t give a fuck who sees me. I’m not a married cheater. If somebody from HR jacks me up,” Janice screwed up her face in an impression of someone crying, “I had to! She ordered me!” Janice chuckled.

“You are ruthless,” Peter said.

“No, that bitch painted herself into this corner I’m just using her tunnel vision to my advantage. In case you don’t know Peter, I want that cock of yours and I’ll do just about whatever I need to get it,” Janice said back.

“Be careful what you wish for, you just may get it.” Peter said and stood to leave.

“My intention specifically,” she said, stood and walked to the line to get her breakfast.

“Good morning Ms. Andrews.” Janice said brightly as she walked past Tonya in the buffet line. Tonya was talking with a senior manager from Wisconsin and gave Janice a little wave as she walked past. “Let’s see who has the smug grin on her face tonight,” Janice thought as she picked up her tray and joined line.

Peter headed out to his first training session of the morning. “Could this get any better?” he thought, “Now I have two compliant cunts to play with.”

Tonya couldn’t bring herself to call Tom this morning. She sent what she hoped was a cheerful text because she was concerned about her voice betraying her.

That afternoon Tonya got ready to put on her best face (voice) for Tom and called at around 5:30 when Tom usually got back home. Tom picked up after two rings. “Hi babe, sorry if it sounds crappy, I’m in the car on Bluetooth. I’m heading over to range to hit a couple of buckets. Can we catch up later?” He asked.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to catch you in the car. No, go ahead. I may not be able to get to you later. They’re really working me over with meet ups and planning sessions after dinner. I’ll call if it’s not too late, OK?” Tonya replied.

“No worries, Tonya. You’re there for work. Put your best foot forward and do what you need to do. Call me when you can,” Tom answered. “I’m gonna let you go and get back to driving. Talk later.”

Tonya was relieved to hear the phone ring off. “If talking on the phone is this hard, how will I ever face him?” she worried. She thought her plate was full and the pressure was starting to get to her. Janice planned on raising the pressure though. Tonya was about to find out for herself how much worse it could be.

* * * * *

Tonya followed the routine that night and left her door ajar sometime after 10. Not long after she saw the door open, and Peter came in. Tonya was nude. She walked to him and put her hands around his head and kissed him with an open mouth.

Disengaging she lowered herself to her knees, raking her lips down the front of Peter’s shirt, then pants. Tonya unbuckled his belt then lowered his pants to the ground. Peter stepped out of his shoes and pants and held his cock out for Tonya. She opened her mouth and took him in and began to make him hard by sucking and stroking him. She was lost in the joy of the task and her back was to the door, so she did not see Janice slip in.

Tonya felt a breeze as the door closed and started to turn but Peter took her head in his hands and began to feed his cock into Tonya’s throat. Peter looked across at Janice and smiled. Janice wore a grin that bespoke mischief–salacious mischief–and she began to strip.

Peter increased the depth of his thrusts, testing Tonya but making sure not to break her. Watching Janice expose herself to him with an appropriate amount of tease, and without Tonya’s knowledge, enertained Peter as he fed Tonya all of his 10-, at that point maybe even 11-, inch, cock.

Practiced now and proud, Tonya’s head was back at an angle straightening the pathway from her mouth to her throat, controlling her breathing and taking Peter’s cock balls-deep. She grabbed the back of Peter’s legs, held him fully seated and stuck out her tongue to lick his balls as she had done for Tom. She had forgotten the size difference however, and she merely lapped ineffectually at Peter’s huge balls.

Servicing Peter’s cock was foremost in her thoughts when the sound of woman’s voice behind her caused Tonya to break Peter’s hold on her head and pull off him gagging. Tonya coughed up and spit on the floor and for a moment she thought her dinner would be coming soon after. She held it down, though and turned to see who else was in the room.

Tonya’s eyes were tearing. Thick spit hung from her chin and adorned her tits. She was coughing and pulling strands of spit from her mouth when she recognized Janice. “Not her best look,” Janice said to Peter smirking.

“You’ll have to admit that you did catch her at an awkward moment,” Peter replied in mock defense. “She cleans up well though.”

“Let’s hope so. YUCK!” Janice quipped and walked to Peter and in a near duplicate to Tonya’s actions earlier, pulled him in and kissed him.

Tonya was still kneeling on the floor, her head swiveling back and forth, following their verbal jabs. The thought that she had bitten off more than she could chew returned unbidden. She tried to stand up, but two pair of hands gently but surely pushed her back to her knees.

“Don’t get up on my account Tonya,” Janice said. She grabbed Tonya’s head pulling her face into her pussy. Janice favored a bush above her cunt and Peter looked down amused to see Tonya’s eyes widen in shock, just visible over the tuft of dark brown pubic hair.

Tonya struggled back and broke free from Janice’s grip, “I don’t know what you…” SMACK. Janice smacked Tonya on her cheek with an open hand. Tonya recoiled reached up to her cheek and looked to Peter for help.

There would be no help from Peter, he was smiling watching the exchange between the two.

“Shut up Tonya,” Janice commanded, “time to listen for a change.” Janice told her that she now had two masters to serve and serve two masters she would. “The only reason you’re here Tonya is because you wanted Peter’s big cock just like I did. Just because you got to it first doesn’t mean you can keep it all to yourself. You will share.” She said with authority but immediately followed up more pleasantly, “We’ll all share. Come with me Tonya.” Janice led her to the bedroom.

“You’ve had a head start so you’re going to have to watch Peter fuck me until I’ve had my fill. We won’t leave you out though. You can start by eating my pussy while I suck this spectacular dick,” Janice said as she walked hand in hand with Tonya to the bed.

Janice reclined on a pillow stack and motioned to Peter. “Bring me that big cock,” she said and spread her legs. “Tonya,” was all Janice said. Tonya responed by crawling into position. She relished Janice’s splayed open pussy lips partly because Janice kept the area around her pussy and asshole shaved.

Tonya had not been with a woman since the experimental swinging that she and Tom tried. That was years ago but the sight and the scent of that open cunt excited her, and she opened Janice with her hands and licked the pink flesh.

When Janice was ready Peter replaced Tonya and guided his cock into Janice’s open hole. “Let’s see how Janice handles this,” Tonya thought. Within moments it was clear that Janice was as comfortable with Peter as Tonya had been. She became jealous of her competition.

They went on fucking. Peter and Janice were the focal points. Tonya moved along the outside always in a subservient posture. It seemed that both Peter and Janice reveled in their ability to command Tonya to serve them with humiliating sex acts. Peter directed Tonya to lick Janice’s asshole while he was fucking her. Peter looked down at her tongue pushing into Janice’s hole and he and pulled out of Janice and forced himself into Tonya’s mouth for several pumps then pushed back into Janice.

Janice twisted around to get on her hands and knees taking Peter’s direct thrusts. She kept her word and didn’t leave Tonya out. “Come here,” she told her and Tonya climbed around the bed toward Janice. “I want your pussy. Lay back on the pillows and open for me.” It wasn’t a request, Tonya knew it and reacted without hesitation. She was the fuck toy sub to strong willed doms. She had never thought she was submissive, and liked it. Now, a whole new aspect of her sexuality was revealed. Tonya leaned back and closed her eyes as Janice licked her pussy. Tonya felt herself cum several times as Janice fingered her G-spot and sucked her clit.

Peter increased his thrusting, fueled by the sight of his “young girlfriend” eating his “old girlfriend.” He pulled out of Janice. “Come here! Both of you!” Peter commanded and stroked his froth-covered cock. Janice and Tonya kneeled on the floor and Peter stood over them pumping his prick. “We share, don’t we Janice?” Peter reminded her. Janice nodded and Peter aimed the pee hole of his cock head at her open mouth, “HERE!” He grunted a rope of cum onto her outstretched tongue. He immediately pivoted to Tonya, “CUMMING!” He grunted again and shot a jet of warm spunk which splashed off Tonya’s top lip and bounced off the bridge of her nose to land on her forehead.

Peter pumped his cock and sprayed both women with his remaining sperm. When he slowed and fell back to the bed, both Tonya and Janice reached out with tongues to lick the drops that dripped slowly from the end of his twitching dick. Each time he bore down with an after-contraction a new drop would appear and first one then the other woman would move their mouth under Peter’s dripping dick savoring his last offerings.

Peter finally uncoiled and fell flat on the bed catching his breath. Both women continued to suck and lick his wet dick and loose, empty balls. They almost fell asleep when Tonya came awake and checked the clock, it read 2:10 AM.

“You really should head back to your rooms now, separately please, we need to at least appear to be awake tomorrow.” Tonya said then turned to Janice. “Peter and I have an agreement, professional in public. In turn, I know who leads here in the bedroom. Can I count on you?”

“Yes Tonya. I won’t be the one to upset this apple cart.” Janice replied and kissed Tonya more gently this time.

The next two nights were variations on each other; Peter and Janice added delicious new kinks in a bid to show Tonya and each other who was the more aggressive Dom.

Janice played the game but knew that Peter was the primary personality in the three-way, yet she was determined to give as good as she got from Peter, not like that limp noodle Tonya. Sure, it was fun to have a voice activated fuck doll, but she could tell that it would lose its appeal except as perhaps an occasional diversion. No, her eyes were on the bigger prize. Tonya didn’t figure in Janice’s math.

Tonya, Janice and Peter planned to attend the Friday night Going Away Social, then they were scheduled to fly out the following the morning. By mutual agreement they would not meet on Friday. Tonya worked the room and was happy to note that there wasn’t even a hint of knowledge of the nighttime meetings in her room. When the evening ended, she felt certain that the senior manager position was hers. “Tom will be so proud,” she thought, then immediately blanched. She hadn’t called Tom since Tuesday Morning, all she managed was a couple of texts. It was 8:30, Tonya would make the call tonight. She began to say her goodbyes to her colleagues and make her way upstairs.

Tonya took a deep breath and hit the call button. After two rings Tom said hello. “Tom, I don’t know how the time got away from me. I hope you’re not too mad and me.” She said. “You were right, it really was work.” She lied.

“I’m just happy to hear from you.” Tom replied, happiness evident in the tone of his voice. “Hey, we, well, you seem to have one more hoop to jump before coming home,” Tom added.

“Oh no, what’s up Tom?” she asked.

“I got a call from Al. He’s organizing a welcome-home party at Art Wilson’s house and he called me to give me the heads-up; it’s supposed to be a surprise for the team. Busses will take you to a post-trip debrief ordered by Art and when everyone gets off the busses grumbling, the doors will open to a gala welcome-home party with all the families there. He wanted me to let you know so you can keep the mutiny on the bus at bay.”

Tonya laughed. “Sounds like the gross overkill Art is famous for. OK, I can wait a little longer and keep the smiling face on for another day.” Secretly she worried about being at a party with her husband and her two Dom lovers, “What could possibly go wrong there?” She would just have to keep the separate worlds from colliding!

She looked at herself in the mirror, the worst of the marks on her breasts had faded, she would experiment with make up later. The bites on her inner thigh and anus were another matter and both still black and blue. More out of the way and maybe covered with low light but still there, and it worried her.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you at the party tomorrow.” Tonya said, signing off. “I’ll be the woman that looks horny.”

“And I’ll be the guy walking around with a tent in his Jeans.” Tom shot back with a laugh. “Somehow I think we might run into one another. Keep the closing speed slow and we might stick together.”

“Goodnight, Tom. I love you. I really do.” Tonya closed the call.

“I love you too,” Tom said realizing he was talking to a dead phone. “I really do?” Tom thought. “Different.”

* * * * *

Per the plan, Tonya alerted the team to the change in their travel arrangements needed to debrief the boss. Tonya fielded the expected grumbles with good humor, knowing that their true destination was a party. She didn’t want to get anyone upset without needing to.

When they pulled into the estate, the team could see that the drive was lined with their smiling and waving wives and family. Tonya got on the bus’s PA. “OK, so now you see that we’re not here for more work. Mr. Wilson, Art, wanted to thank you and your families for the past week’s hard work. Sorry for the deception. Enjoy the day. Uber’s will be available for anyone that needs a ride back to their car.”

The team piled off the bus. Tonya was happy to see that Tom wasn’t lined up on the drive. It would be like him to give the room to the younger families but now she had to go find him and more importantly keep him and Peter at opposite ends of the house.

Tonya seemed to be getting stopped every twenty feet or so by one manager or another congratulating her on carrying off a flawless training trip. She kept smiling and thanking everyone as she moved through the house. “As long as no one finds out about what I was doing at night,” she thought, “it seems what I was doing the day was meeting with approval.

She walked into the large lounge and saw Tom standing and talking with Al and Art. “Showtime,” she thought and headed over to her husband and bosses.

“Here she is now,” said Art holding his hands out to greet Tonya. “Tonya, I’ve been hearing lots of good things from everybody at the conference. I’m glad I was able to convince old Al here that you were the one for the job.” He was joking. All three of them knew that Al been the driver that moved Tonya’s name to the top of the list.

“Tonya we’re going to have to talk about this week, but not now. Before I free you to pay some attention to your husband; I do have a few people I want to introduce to you. By the way,” he said to Tonya with a wink, “Make this man your publicist. He’s a one-man cheering section. You have a hell of a supporter there Tonya. You’re very fortunate.” Art wrapped up.

Tonya flushed red not sure if it was the praise or the shame of it all. Either way she was going to gut it out with brass and a big smile for everyone.

“Tom, you’ve been more than patient, but can I ask one more indulgence please? Would you let me show Tonya off for a bit? I promise to bring her back quickly,” Art asked, wrapping his arm around Tom’s shoulder like a Dutch uncle.

“Of course. I sometimes wonder if Tonya married the wrong man.” He said it as a joke.

“If she weren’t do obviously a one-man woman, I would have asked her years ago,” Art jibed back.

Tonya thought she would die there and then. They didn’t know it, but she had already forfeited her status as a one-man woman. She wondered how effusive the praise would be for Tonya-the-slut instead of Tonya-the-star!

“I’ll go find myself a drink Art. Bring her back soon, will you?” Tom asked.

“Tom, don’t wander off too far.” Tonya said as Art whisked her away. “I’ll be right back, promise.” The truth was that Tonya didn’t want to risk that Tom would bump into Peter, and having Peter say something, not realizing who he was speaking with. Although her insides were roiling her face was a mask of calm as Art introduced her to a seemingly endless stream of people.

Tom made his way to the bar, saw it was three deep and grunted. “There’s another bar on the patio.” Tom looked over and saw the comment came from an attractive Brunette. “Thanks,” he said. “Tom.”

“Janice,” she replied. “Tom Andrews? Tonya’s husband?” Janice asked.

“Yes.” Tom said, proud that his wife was so well known in her company.

“Oh. Maybe you ought not go to the outside bar after all,” she said. “There are some young guys out there. I’m sure it’s drunk talk but one fellow, Peter something, was making several, hmm, uncomplimentary comments about her.

I’m sure you wouldn’t want to hear that crap,” she said. This was working better than she had hoped. Tonya was going to pay. Tonya was a fun sex toy, but Janice wanted Peter all to herself. Once she got Tonya out of the way, she would be home free.

Of course, Janice’s warning only served to trigger Tom. “Point him out to me Janice?” Tom asked. “I should have a talk with Peter about manners.”

Janice feigned reluctance and tried to talk Tom out of it by saying she was sure it was just stupid drunk talk that didn’t warrant his attention, and that she should learn to keep her big mouth shut, the whole time walking him out the door and toward the bar.

Peter didn’t know that he too was a pawn in Janice’s game. He was. Peter could do with a smack-down. He was so maddeningly arrogant.

From what she’d heard, Tom was something of an athlete. He competed in 10ks and mini triathlons, he went to the gym, he put the work in. “This is going to be fun,” she thought as she pointed to Peter in the crowd of young men by the bar. “The sandy hair guy,” Janice said. “Are sure about this? I’ve heard he’s a gym rat. He could be a tough guy. Maybe you should just forget it,” Janice said, though she had no intention of talking Tom out of it. On the contrary she was gently prodding him into the confrontation.

“I’ll take it from here Janice. Thanks. Why don’t you head inside?” Tom walked to the bar and ordered a Crown and 7 from the bartender. He bent his ear to the conversation and picked up on Peter holding court.

Janice took one more moment to hold Tom with a look of concern then patted Tom’s arm and walked back toward the house smiling broadly. “I’ll have to find a place to watch the fun,” she thought.

Art was still escorting Tonya among his counterparts who were people typically two and three levels above her “lowly” Financial Services Manager level. Yet Art was holding her out as a VP-in-training. Her head was so turned by the praise and compliments she was getting, and she was oblivious to what was transpiring on the patio.

The worlds were colliding.

Tom took the drink from the bar man and listened in to the conversation coming from the knot of the loud young men. Peter was doing the story telling, the others were the Greek chorus to his narration.

“So, Yeah, Tonya’s like forty but I’m telling you she’s a freak. You know I have a little extra for the ladies, right?” That was a set up for Peter’s follow-through. “She can take me balls deep in all three holes.” He smiled and nodded his head to punctuate his point.

Tom set his drink on the bar a pushed into the knot, the sound of one young man objecting weakly got Peter’s attention and he saw a man approaching him. “What do you want old…” Tom struck Peter in the Adams Apple with a short light right and Peter’s words were trapped in his throat, literally. His hands flew to his throat, and he fell choking to his knees.

“Hey!” One of the men said, “That’s our friend.” Tom looked at them. No one stepped forward. “So?” was his reply to the speaker, “This is private conversation boys. Excuse us.” There was a moment of hesitation but none of the three wanted to try this guy. Besides, Peter was a blowhard anyway. They walked away.

Tom threw three $20s on the bar. “You’re doing a great job,” he bent to read the barman’s name tag, “Anthony. Why don’t you take a break?”

Anthony looked at Tom, he didn’t want to get on his bad side. “I’ll leave you two to talk.” Anthony said and walked off, pocketing his tips.

Tom walked over to Peter who was starting to breathe more regularly and struggling to get to his feet. He grabbed Peter’s ear with his thumb and both his fore and middle fingers, folded it in half and twisted hard until Peter’s head followed his ear. “Better.” Tom said. “Let’s find somewhere more private.” And walked off toward the edge of the house, frog marching a sputtering Peter alongside.

Tom turned the corner and was out of sight of the bank of windows that looked out on the patio. This side of the house was a blank wall. He spun Peter, tossed him against the wall hard and let go of his ear.

Peter’s hand shot to his injured ear. “I’m gonna fuck you up.” He started to follow though on his threat and was shut up in mid syllable with a hard slap to the right side of his face, followed instantly by its twin to the left side of his face.

Peter’s head snapped back and forth with the assault. His face stung and his eyes watered; he still couldn’t draw a full breath and wondered if he could stand. “Why was this guy beating the shit out of him?” He thought, then the realization hit him. This must be her husband. Peter worried for his safety.

“You seem to know a lot about my wife Peter.” Tom said. “I’m going to ask you a couple of questions. You are going to answer me. Do I have to emphasize how bad it would be for you to lie to me at this point?” Peter shook his head as he looked up at Tom. “Good.”

Tom spent the next 10 minutes with Peter who was generally forthcoming, though he did need additional persuading several times. Occasionally Peter was in the process of replying and Tom decided to pop him anyway. While, technically undeserved a little smack here and there helped instill the need for total candor in Peter’s replies.

Tom asked if there were pictures or video. Peter was desperately seeking a way to downplay his role and seized upon Janice. “Not me, I don’t have any, but I saw Janice with her phone. She might.” Peter said.

“Janice?! How does she fit in this?” Tom thought. “This seems a little too coincidental. No time to find her now. I’ll have to settle for what Mr. Big Dick has to say for now, but I will need to deal with Janice.”

Tom asked several more wrap-up questions. The answers the smug son of a bitch had given him made him sick. He couldn’t believe Peter was describing his Tonya, but he held it together for long enough to deal with Peter..

Having heard enough, Tom hit Peter in the chest with a stiff arm that slammed him up against the wall. He followed up with a right knee to his balls. Tom stepped back, got his balance and brought his right knee up in one more blow to Peter’s nuts. He could barely hold Peter up and let him sink to the ground with his back against the wall.

“Don’t even walk through the house. Call an Uber, walk off the property and wait. Get the fuck out of here now,” Tom was livid. Peter’s mouth opened to speak but no words came out. He just nodded and began to move.

Tom continued with building anger. “Get your breath, grab your nuts. get up and get out of here before I do something permanent.” Tom grabbed Peter by the hair, “helped” him to his feet and pushed him away. Tom watched him hobble through the yard toward the gate. He hoped that Peter didn’t scare the kids in the jump castle.

“Time to find Tonya.” He thought and Tom turned to the house.

Janice watched Tom walk away and headed after Peter. He would be needed for the next part of her plan.

Tonya saw her husband walking in from the patio and scanning the room. He looked mussed, red faced, and agitated. Her first thought was “Where the fuck is Peter?” Then she began to imagine all manner of disasters. “No matter what,” she thought, “we can’t do this here. I’ve got to get him out of here quickly!” She excused herself from the conversation and rushed to intercept him.

Tom turned and saw his wife approach. He held his tongue until she drew up next to him. “I met a friend of yours. Peter Warren. He spoke highly of you and your special talents!” Tom spat that at Tonya.

Tonya flushed red and nodded. “For heaven’s sake Tom, please, not here. Let’s leave now. I’ll tell you everything but at home please.” Tonya hushed voice was begging him and she reached for his hand.

Tom pulled back a bit too harshly and people clustered nearby began to sneak looks their way. “Take advantage of Art’s offer of an Uber Tonya. Go ahead and finish working the room.” Tom walked away.

*****

The Uber pulled up in front of her condo and Tonya saw Tom’s car parked in the drive. She paid the driver and walked to the door. She thought a moment, then took out her key and let herself in.

Tom was sitting in the living room. Tonya left her things by the door. She walked into him and fell to her knees at his feet. She reached and took hold of both of his hands. Tom tried to pull back, but she held tight.

She held Tom’s gaze and said, “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t love me,” she said.

“I can’t do that Tonya,” Tom replied, “but that doesn’t matter anymore.” He allowed her to continue to hold his hands. “Do you love this guy?” he asked.

“No Tom, of course not.” She replied looking into his eyes. “It’s just a physical infatuation.”

Tom pulled his hands clear. He was quiet a moment before he spoke again. “You said ‘It’s’ an infatuation.'”

“Yes?” Tonya said looking confused then it dawned on her. She looked at Tom with mix of shame and pity. She knew she was gutting him with her revelation.

“You intend to continue fucking him,” Tom said incredulously. Tonya nodded but didn’t look at him.

“And you want my buy in,” he continued.

He stood and began a slow pacing of the living room as his thoughts came to him. “And you want to stay here with me and go and see him when…,” He stopped and looked at Tonya, “…my god don’t tell me you were planning to bring him here?!”

“No never. I would never shame you like that,” she said.

After a moment, Tonya looked up. “Of course, I want to stay here, with you. I’m your wife. I love you, that hasn’t changed.” She said it with sincerity. “We would be discreet Tom. We could meet at his place,” she offered.

“You’ve shared me before,” Tonya challenged.

Tom turned and glared at her, “Don’t even go there.” Tom yelled. “What we did we did together. We talked about it together and whoever we were with we were always in the same room together.”

“This…,” he searched for the word, “…you went with another man behind my back, and you meant to do it again and again and keep it a secret from me. That’s different from what we did as a committed couple. Very different.” He sat across the room from Tonya.

“You’re right Tom, I didn’t tell you about Peter but I’m telling you now and asking you to consider sharing me with him,” Tonya said looking intently at Tom. “I would never stay over. I would always come back to you that night. There would never be a trace of him on me. I promise you would never know, and when I come back to you, you will take me and make me yours again.”

Tom was quiet for a long moment. He sighed then started, subdued, “I’ll tell you a secret Tonya,” He smiled crookedly, “Since we’re telling the truth after all. When we experimented, that whole time, every time we met with someone else, I was always worried afterword, until you assured me that I was the better lover sometime later.”

“You won’t be able to assure me like that again now, can you?” Tom asked. “I mean I just can never measure up to Peter’s big cock, can I?” He looked directly at her. “You say I would never know. Of course I would know. Your cunt would no longer be Tom-sized anymore would it!”

“When you were, loose,” Tom went on, “You were using a toy weren’t you?” Tonya nodded. “To get yourself ready for him.”

“No. Not like that. I think it was more like a challenge. Can I really fit something that big in me?” She knew it sounded bad as the words came out. “Tom, we have 15 years together. I know you; you know me. I love you with all my heart and I know you love me the same way. Any time I have with Peter won’t make me love you any less. If anything, I will love you more.”

“Tonya, this,” he extended his arms wide and searched for his words, “this betrayal is so mercenary so unnecessarily cruel and pre-meditated,” he turned back to face her, “so complete that there’s no coming back from it. Peter told me everything. Or at least most everything. It was far beyond anything that we had ever done before. Hell, it was far beyond anything we ever even talked about before.

“Tonya how can I compete with a 12-inch cock? How can I compete with the domination and submission that you seem to be so enthralled with?” He took a breath.

“Tonya, the fact that you planned to willingly cuckold me repeatedly is a plain enough signal for me. I don’t know you anymore. I can’t trust you anymore.” He stopped for a breath. “Tonya, you need to leave. I’ll file next week.”

“Tom we can solve this, this… situation. Peter’s not going to last forever. If you insist that I leave perhaps we could separate for a while.” Tonya was grasping.

“Tonya, you need to leave,” Tom reiterated.

Tonya was giving in. Deep down she knew it would come to this. From the first time Peter buried his cock in her and she felt orgasms unlike any she had felt in her life she knew her time with Tom was limited. He was a good man, and she did love him and if he would allow her Peter, she would gladly stay married, and fall back into their routine when her attraction to Peter ran its course. But try as she might to wish it so, she knew that would not be the case. “Alright Tom, when do you need me to leave?” She asked.

“NOW! Take a bag. Leave now.” Tom said. “Tonya, I’m nearly out of gas and I refuse to let you see me break down. I need you gone.”

“I’ll pack a few things.” Tonya said.

“Your bags from the conference were delivered, they’re in the garage. Take them,” Tom tells her and walks to the kitchen. “I’ll put them in the trunk.”

“Of course.” Tonya said and followed him.

“We have some work going on in California,” Tom said as he opened Tonya’s trunk and moved the bags to the car. “I’ll be leaving in the morning. I’m going to stay on there for, well for a while.” He placed one bag in the trunk.

“I’ve spoken to Lou; he’s going to oversee a lock change tomorrow. Call him. He’ll let you in to get your things once you’re settled. Tom said placing the second bag in the trunk.

“Change the locks, Tom? Do you think I’m going to steal something?” She asked

“The condo is in my name Tonya. You’re in Finance. You understand?” Tom said without remorse. Tonya understood. She was out and Tom was going to protect his assets.

“As far as I’m concerned Tonya you can have everything. I don’t want anything but my clothes and tools and guns. Have Lou let you in. Take what you want. We’ll work out property division later.” Tom closed the trunk lid.

“Do you know where you will go? He asked. “Will she go to him?” he thought and died a little at having been so utterly replaced.

“A motel. I’ll get sorted in a couple of days. I’ll call Lou as you say.” Tonya said.

She pulled the keys from her bag and opened the car door. Tom keyed the remote for the garage and walked over to close the car door for Tonya. She stopped and reached to touch his face. Tom backed away. Tonya seated hearself in the car. “Goodbye Tonya.” Tom said and closed the door with a thunk.

Tom turned and walked into the house and closed the door behind him.

Tonya sat for a minute; tears formed at the corners of her eyes and trailed down her cheeks. “How can someone who’s so smart be so god damned stupid!” she fumed. “Get a grip girl!” she thought as she started the car and backed out of her home and her married life.

Tom heard the garage door shut. He walked back into the garage and engaged the bolt on the garage door. “I’ll have the locksmith take care of the remote too” He thought to tell Lou before he left.

********

Janice watched Tom, then Tonya leave the party. No one had seen Tom thump Peter either. Hell, no one except she had seen Peter since Tom cut him loose.

Janice was counting on a fight, started by Tom, which would bring everyone running. After that Tonya’s story would come out and Tonya would be toast.

But none of that happened so Janice needed direct action. “OK,” she thought, “Nobody gets out of here alive, including me.” She knew all three of them, she, Peter and Tonya, would be fired for what she was about to do, but she wanted Tonya burned and scorched earth seemed the fitting solution.

Janice rubbed an onion slice under her eyes and got the desired effect–red, tearing eyes. Then she looked for Art. When she saw him, she moved in a direct line toward him, and the group assembled around him. “There you are,” Janice screeched. Art and his group spun in unison to see Janice yelling as she approached.

“Let me tell you something about your golden girl Tonya,” Janice screeched, looking directly at Art, “First, Ms. Perfect makes my boyfriend fuck her and tells me that she’ll fire me if I say anything. Then her husband beats up my boyfriend, Peter, because he’s jealous that Peter fucked her!” Janice wailed. “Where is he?! What have you done with Peter Warren!”

Al stood across the room, mouth agape when he heard the name Peter Warren shouted by the woman screaming at Art. “Fuck!” He thought, “the dumb bitch fucked him after all I said.” And he shook his head, regretting a talent cut short, and in resignation for what he would have to do next.

Art’s face was three shades redder than the coals in the barbeque pits. His entourage sought to calm him as they called to security to handle this demented woman. Art saw Al and scowled. “Al was going to pay for this,” Art thought. “I never wanted to put that woman in any position of authority. Who wants someone who’s mind can be swayed by a big cock making decisions where millions are at stake?”

Al saw the look and knew there would be hell to pay. “This might even cost me my job,” He thought nostalgically. “Don’t buy a headache Al.” He told himself. “Art’s gonna give you one for free tomorrow.” And he headed for the back exit.

Janice had caught Peter earlier and told him of her plans. He had been worried that the fight with Tom would lead to being fired, but Janice reminded him that they indeed had the upper hand. She told him to wait for her text, then come into the house five minutes thereafter, then just follow her lead.

By this point, several women were trying to comfort Janice. Art was nearly apoplectic. He called for the heads of HR and Security to meet him in his study. Janice was winding herself down getting ready for the next act. The full extent of the trap laid by Janice was about to be realized as Peter Warren walked in the front door, obviously bruised, clothes torn, and missing a shoe.

When she saw him, she screamed out loud, “Oh Peter. Look at how Tonya’s husband beat him. He didn’t want to do it. She forced him to!” Janice accused.

Peter remembered what Janice said at the hotel about yelling coercion and got on board. “I tried to do what Ms. Andrews asked, I did everything she asked for. She said she liked my cock and would get me promoted. I told her I wouldn’t tell but she still had her husband beat me up!”

The room maintained a stunned in silence. Everyone there was riveted on every word and accusation being slung at Tonya by Janice and Peter. Not 10 minutes ago she was the belle of the ball being escorted by the Lord of the Manor. Now the same group of people saw her as a predator who used her husband to enforce her will on her subordinates.

Security was finally getting control of the scene set so expertly by Janice, then punctuated by the re-emergence of Peter. The lawyers were talking in hushed tones to both as they walked them into an office off the lounge for private consultations.

* * * * *

Tonya drove straight to the Suites Motel downtown and checked in. She brought her bags inside and sat heavily on the bed, spent from the stress of the events of the past several hours. She was hoping to close her eyes and just drift away when her cell rang.

She looked at the screen. It was Al. It was past 11 PM. “This can’t be good.” She worried, then accepted the call. “Hello Al.” she said flatly.

“Tonya I won’t apologize if I woke you. I shouldn’t care after what you did to me but regardless, I don’t want to see you sandbagged tomorrow morning.” Al said.

Tonya’s blood ran cold as she clutched the phone listening for a signal from Al. She asked, “What’s wrong Al?”

“Tonya what in the holy fuck do you think is wrong?!” Al yelled. “Tonya, I told you in plain English. I spelled it out for you, hell I even showed you my ass and told you I was giving you a hard-won lesson. But that wasn’t enough, was it? Did I need to draw you a fuckin picture?! What part of don’t shit where you eat did you not comprehend?!” Al was nearly hyperventilating.

“Tonya, Janice cornered Art after you left. She’d been drinking. Fuck, Tonya, Janice started telling Art that his Ms. Perfect is nothing more than a big cock slut. She spilled it all, the whole sordid sex tale. Art was floored!” Al was seething and Tonya felt it through the phone.

Tonya was frantic, trying to think of a way to fix this disaster, “Al, can you help me. You said you did something like this yourself. You’re still there. Can’t I do the same?”

“It’s a different world now Tonya and a completely different set of circumstances.” Al said his exasperation with Tonya evident in his voice.

“We both went somewhere we shouldn’t have. How can it be so different?” Tonya pleaded.

“Tonya, I was fucking my PA, but I did the right thing and gave my wife a good settlement and married Karen and we’re still married. You don’t make quite as attractive a case for the execs now do you? You didn’t do it for love. You did it because you had to have the big dick. Everyone knows it. That’s not an image that the 9^th floor likes to have of its top staff now, is it?” Al yelled. “To quote Art, “Who wants someone who’s mind can be swayed by a big cock making decisions where millions are at stake.”

“No, Tonya, there’s nothing more I could do even if I wanted, and I don’t want to. Fuck! I told you not to do it. I warned you. Oh, never mind.” Al finally sputtered to a stop.

“Come in tomorrow mid-morning, pack your personal things. I’ll make sure they get sent to you. You don’t need to be schlepping your shit out the door.” He said not unkindly.

“Tonya, this could go sideways for you quickly you know?” Al confided. “Lawyers are all huddled up on this one; talk of coercion by that woman Janice. It can be bad Tonya.”

Her career at Wolf decided, Al pivoted to the personal “How is Tom taking this?”

“He asked me to leave. I’m in a motel right now.” Tonya answered.

“I’m sorry to hear that. What are you thinking? Will you two be able to work it out?” Al asked.

She was embarrassed but decided it not to hold anything back from Al, he had been so forthcoming with her. “No Al. I don’t think that will be possible.”

“Not even with Peter out of the picture now? I mean give it some time, it’s still very fresh to him.” Al said holding open a window of hope for Tonya.

“Peter is not out of the picture Al. That’s the hang-up,” she said.

“Tonya, he’s not even going to be allowed back in the offices. He’ll be given his package in the lobby and a box of whatever shit he had in his desk. He’s done. Janice is done. You’re done. They sold you out Tonya. Cut your losses. Walk the fuck away try to make it up to Tom.”

“I’m sorry Al, this is just another example of your good advice that I just didn’t take.” Tonya said.

“I won’t see you tomorrow Tonya, so this is goodbye. This really hurts Tonya, and I have to ask you not to call me again. It’s best that we just sever our relationship. It hurts too much to have seen you blow up,” Al said finally.

“I’m sorry Al. Seems I’ve been saying that a lot to too many people lately. Too many people that I love and that used to love me.” Tonya started to say goodbye but as before, Al closed the call without warning and Tonya had a dead phone to her ear.

**********

The following day, HR called Tonya. It seemed Art was quite upset at what had transpired at the party and had been taken to the hospital for observation. Kim, the VP for HR, told Tonya that in lieu of coming in to the office, Wolf would send her a final package via email. Kim told her that the package was “as is” and that once she signed off any funds due her would be direct-deposited.

Kim asked where she could send Tonya’s personal items. Not knowing where she would be for the immediate future, Tonya just told her to send it to the condo. There’s wasn’t all that much she cared to have anyway.

Several days later Tonya was making travel plans to see an old friend in Florida when her cell lit up with a call from Tom. She answered right away.

“Hello Tom. How are you?” Tonya asked.

“Hi Tonya. I’m okay, I guess. Still a little shell shocked. I can’t say it’s getting any better, it’s still so raw,” Tom said emotionless. “Listen, I know we talked about getting some papers drawn up and I’ve spoken with a local attorney. She said she can have a package ready early next week. I don’t want to serve you at work Tonya, no need for that. Have you found a place yet?”

“No, not yet Tom. I suppose that you haven’t heard yet.” Tonya said. “No need to worry about serving me at work,” Tonya let out a mirthless laugh, “I no longer work at Wolf.”

“I hadn’t heard. I’m truly sorry for that Tonya. I know how much you put into your career there. Their minds are made up then?” Tom asked.

“About as definitively as yours Tom.” She chuckled without any joy. “Why don’t you just text me the contact info of the attorney. I stop by and speak with her. If nothing else, I’ll pick them up directly. I won’t complicate this for you anymore than I have already Tom.

“This might be the hardest thing I’ve ever done Tonya. I’m just showing up at work. Thank heavens I’ve got a few good friends picking up my slack for me. No sense both of us losing our jobs over this, right?”

“Tom, are you certain? I mean, does it have to go this way. Maybe we just stay apart a while and see if there’s anything left?” Tonya asked.

There was a long silence and Tonya knew that Tom didn’t want to disappoint her. “Old habits die hard,” she thought, “Tom always tried so hard to please her.”

“Forget I said anything Tom. Just my twisted thoughts spoken out loud,” Tonya added quickly.

“Tonya, I’ve spoken to a realtor, I’m going to list the condo next week. I can put everything into storage, whenever you get settled, we can figure out how to get it out to you.”

“That’s a good idea Tom. I’ll help with the cost of course.” Tonya said.

“Don’t worry about that Tonya, small potatoes. I’ll have Lou take care of it,” Tom was quiet a minute. “Tonya, it’s not like I haven’t thought about it. I mean, I don’t think I’ve thought about much else since Sunday. Tonya, I’ve worked over a dozen scenarios in my head but, I just can’t get there. No matter what, I’ll always be the little-dick guy in the relationship. I won’t be number two.”

Tonya began to speak but Tom didn’t hear her and started again. “Tonya, every time I looked into your eyes, I saw love, respect, desire and pride. I’ve only now realized just how much of my self-worth was bound up in your love for me. In my mind, it was “If Tonya loves me, I must be a good person.” I saw the look in your eyes when you told me about Peter. It wasn’t love or respect, it was pity.” Tom chocked up for a moment, coughed loudly and complained of smog.

“Tonya, I don’t think I’ll never see those loving emotions in your eyes again, at least not for me, and I don’t know what I’m going to do without that. What I do know is that your looks of pity will be too hard for me to bear. I never want to see them again.

I wanted you to know that this isn’t just about anger nor revenge. You say you love me and maybe you do but it’s not the same love you once had for me, is it? It’s diluted somehow. It’s different. I wish I could live with less but after living with all of you, all mine, for so long, I wouldn’t be satisfied with leftovers.” Tom explained.

“I won’t be a prick about this though. So, if you need something, give me a holler, I’ll see what I can do,” he finished.

Tonya was crying openly, and Tom could hear it through the phone. Tom knew she wouldn’t be able to speak and let her off the hook by saying, “Maybe emotions have gotten the better of both of us. I think I’ll ring off now Tonya, I need to get a grip before I head back to work. Call me if you need me.” Tom said and closed the call.

Tonya heard the call close and wailed at the finality. She had lost Tom forever and she wasn’t sure what she was going to do without him.

She only had one thing left, Peter, it wasn’t love but it was good. If she can’t have good love maybe good sex would be a replacement.

***

Tonya pulled up in front of Peter’s house, shut off the car, took a deep breath and set off for Peter’s door. Tonya set herself, smoothed her hair, put on a smile, and rang the bell. In a moment she heard footfalls behind the door, and it opened. Tonya’s smile evaporated when she saw Janice at the door.

Janice looked out and saw Tonya, dressed to impress, standing at her door. The events at Art’s house had cemented the bond between Janice and Peter. Peter was a big cock, but he definitely needed someone to do the thinking for him and Janice filled that role perfectly. In that partnership she was the brains. He definitely was the balls!

Janice smiled at Tonya. “If it isn’t our little fuck toy.” She stood in the door regarding Tonya. Janice worked hard to get Peter and knew Tonya could handle him like few women could. She didn’t want her anywhere near her man. She didn’t want Peter getting any ideas. She wouldn’t tell Peter about her visit. “Fuck Off Bitch.” Janice said and shut the door in Tonya’s face.

Epilogue

The year since Tonya’s demolition passed quickly if not pleasantly. She relocated and found a position in the Finance industry. It was several levels and tens of thousands less in salary than her job at Wolf. Still, it could have been worse.